Gangster Squad Page #7

- I gotta get out of town. You should too.

- I can't. Gracie, look, for whatever it's worth....

Look, for whatever it's worth, Cohen had

nothing to do with us. Not for one second.

Don't run. Just stay.

Can I help you fellas?

- We'll get to you in a minute.

- We wanna talk to her, is all.

Hey, we got a message from Mr. Cohen.

It just seems like the lady

doesn't want to talk to you.

What lady? She's just one of Mickey's

pro skirts, there, pal.

JERRY:

Where is it?

- Where is it?

HERBERT:
It's over there!

- Ah-ah-ah. No, no, no.

- What is that?

Is that your message for her?

Is that acid?

- Oh, come on.

- I ever see you near her again, I'll kill you.

- Okay.

- Good.

(SCREAMING)

Damn it!

F***!

You're gonna get yours! Aah! Aah!

O'MARA:
We know Cohen's sending

Wrevock here to meet the shipment.

Maintain surveillance until he reaches

the target location.

He's gonna lead us right to the dope.

We get this shipment, it's over.

No more business.

A lot of civilians, this goes south.

Let's make sure that doesn't happen.

Come on.

- Where's Wooters?

- Wasn't my turn to watch him.

MAN:
(ON RADIO)

We're ready to go now for round 9...

...of the scheduled 15-round

lightweight championship...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

...in the Olympic Auditorium,

Los Angeles, California.

Jerry. Grace.

Come on in.

Come on, quick.

I gotta ask you a favor.

I need you to get Gracie

out of town tonight.

Yeah.

I can do that.

Thank you.

I gotta go.

MAN:

Are you guys sisters?

WOMAN:

We can be.

(MAN AND WOMEN LAUGHING)

- Wait here in case he doubles back.

- Got it.

(MAN SPEAKS IN CHINESE)

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)

(HORN HONKING)

RAMIREZ:
Jesus Christ, Wooters.

- Where the f*** were you?

Where's John?

JERRY:

John!

John! John!

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)

(GUNSHOTS AND PEOPLE SCREAMING)

JERRY:

John, look out!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

F***!

Oh, Jesus.

Keeler.

COHEN:
(OVER RADIO) I was 9 years old when

I robbed the Palace Theater with a baseball bat.

Cashier was laughing.

Till I bashed his head in.

Knocking the place over,

that wasn't the hard part.

A 9-year-old kid with a cash box...

...trying to get from Broadway

all the way to Boyle Heights?

Every block, I must have fought five,

six kids for that box.

But I wouldn't let it go. I wouldn't

let anybody take it away from me.

But you know who finally got that box?

A cop.

A dirty cop.

An eavesdropping f***ing cop.

(KEELER GRUNTING)

That bug's a nifty piece of work.

Limited range, though.

COHEN:
(OVER RADIO)

I'm not angry. That's done.

This is business.

(SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

JACK:

Don't you worry, Grace.

I'll get you out of town safe.

I don't want out of town, Jack.

I want out of this life.

Jack. Ha, ha, ha.

- You stay here.

- Jack.

COHEN:

Where is she, Jack?

Where's that gorgeous red snatch?

She's not here, Mickey.

Did you bring your trouble boys

just to see Grace?

You expecting some trouble, Mickey?

You looking for some?

My dog, Mickey, Jr...

...he shits more trouble

than you're gonna give me.

We'll see about that, huh?

Make it good, boys, huh?

You? You?

(MEN GRUNTING)

JACK:

Come here.

You're up next, you little creep.

I've been saving something special

for you, Mickey.

My boxing days are over, Jack.

Come on, Mickey. Unh!

COHEN:
Does that hurt?

- F*** you, Mickey.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

Argh!

JERRY:

John.

JERRY:
Damn it, John, don't do this.

O'MARA:
Stay out of it, Jerry.

JERRY:

Just listen to me.

You goddamn suicidal son of a b*tch.

You want to hit something, you hit me.

- Get out of my way!

- You want to hit something, hit...

Mickey!

Cohen!

Come on!

Well, sarge...

...this is where I get off.

The papers are calling for my resignation.

And the mayor, I'm afraid,

is calling for your head.

I will likely be replaced by someone

more amenable to Cohen.

And you, sergeant,

you'll be relieved of your duty.

Your career with the Los Angeles

Police Department is over.

As for your comrades...

They were following my orders, sir.

Blame rests solely with me.

You've served with distinction.

I'm sorry, John.

He won.

O'MARA:
Here, come here.

- No.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

(SOBBING)

If I leave, Keeler died for nothing.

Is that what you want me to tell our son

when he asks about his father?

Connie!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

O'MARA:

The war taught us how to fight.

And, God knows, it was worth it.

But now it's all I know how to do.

I don't know how to live.

I just know how to fight.

Might as well be Mickey Cohen.

You're a good man, John.

You might even be a f***ing angel.

Either way you're a hero.

You lose everything and you win the war...

...you're a hero.

You lose everything and you lose the war...

...you're just a fool.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

JERRY:

Gracie.

- I heard about Jack and I just thought....

- I know.

Jack saved my life.

He fought like hell.

What are you doing here?

I saw Cohen kill him.

Well, that's all the more reason

for you to get out of here.

No, I'm a witness.

- Gracie. Listen to me...

- I'm a witness.

I'm your witness, Jerry.

Gracie.

Let me.

Excuse me. Do I know you?

O'MARA:

Need a favor, judge.

See, we've been bugging Cohen's house

for a while now.

Which I understand is illegal

and inadmissible in court.

But we don't think the papers

are gonna be so choosy.

Mickey's boys get pinched, you cut

them loose, he pays you in whores.

- That sound familiar?

- What do you want?

You're gonna retire, judge.

But before you do, just this once...

...you're gonna do something right.

Sign it.

Come on, sign it.

I hope you boys know

what you're getting into.

Where is he?

He's holed up at the Park Plaza Hotel.

Rented out every room in the place

and it's a fortress.

You'll never get him out of there.

O'MARA:

Tomorrow, they'll take my badge.

Tonight, I'm still a cop.

I have here an arrest warrant for

Mickey Cohen for the crime of murder.

I'm bringing him in.

Think I'll tag along

if you don't mind, sarge.

I got no plans tonight.

I'm in.

Let's finish it.

(HOAGY CARMICHAEL'S "OLE BUTTERMILK

SKY" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Ole buttermilk sky

I'm telling you why

Now you know

Keep it in mind tonight

I just got off the phone with Judge Carter.

He says he signed the warrant himself.

Who's gonna serve it?

Five guys? Forget it.

They'll never get through the lobby.

MAN 1:
Beat it.

MAN 2:
Get inside.

Think I'll dance with the one

what brung me.

Mickey Cohen...

...this is Sergeant John O'Mara of the

Los Angeles Police Department.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Come out quietly with your hands up

and you will not be harmed.

Mickey Cohen,

this is your final warning.

I like having only one fork.

You never make the wrong decision.

F***ing had it.

O'MARA:

All right, Cohen, time's up! We're coming in!

HERBERT:

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